My name is Annabeth Chase. I am 16 years old.
Why am I still here? I don't know. Everyone I love is either dead or has left me. Its only me and my brother/
Today I am moving to America. I don't want to leave Australia, it's where I will be able to visit my parents. Their graves at least. Me and my brothers are going to move to America to some middle aged lady who bought us off at an auction, who probably only wants us in the house so we can work for her. I wait at the Australian airport waiting for my flight.
I am sitting on an airport chair while my brother is patiently observing a watch that my dad had gave him, only a couple months before his death. I want to die, this world has left me nothing. But I am holding on for my brother, he deserves everything and if I leave him who will get him what he deserves? My mother had died 6 months after giving birth to my brother with breast cancer. I was now the mother of our small household. My dad became incredibly depressed after that and began drinking and never came out of his room. I would always see him making things, he was an inventor. One day he had died because of an car accident. Leaving me and my brother on our own.
We had stayed with a few aunts and uncles and loose relatives for the past year but they all had left us. They thought that we were unworthy of their love. I didn't really mind of course because I never liked any of them at all. My days were very simple then going to school coming home doing housework going to sleep and then repeat. We did not even get enough food to eat. I am incredibly smart though and knew how to get enough food for my brother and I which mostly lead to us being kicked out of the house.
1 week ago we were put on auction as no one knew what to do with us. Some lady bought us off. And now we are off to America.
I board the plane and my brother sits next to me. He says nothing. He never has said much since my dad died. I wish he would talk to me more, I really want to know what is going on with him right now.
"Are you okay?" I ask him for the hundredth time as we settle into our seats.
He only nods.
"Do you want to sleep?" I ask him.
He shakes his head.
I give up he never says much anyways. I put my head back and fall asleep.
I see the most beautiful eyes in the world. They are sea green with flicks of dark blue in them. I try to see who the person is but I find myself lost in those deep eyes, I want to melt into those eyes. I focus harder I see the richest black hair in the world. It seems so live and full compared to my hair which is thin rough blond hair. I try to see the face. I can't. I see the ocean churning in the eyes. I focus again and zoom out and see a rough outline of a boy. I get closer and closer I need to see that face those eyes. I feel as if I don't look into those beautiful eyes I might die. I am Just about to see the face when...
I wake up.
I am sitting in my seat with my brother sleeping right next to me. He must have wanted to sleep anyways the watch still in his hand. I sometimes want to grab the watch and throw it away somewhere, my dad never gave me anything. I remember my dream again. Who had those beautiful eyes? I don't remember any family members with them, the whole Chase family has stormy grey eyes. I suddenly feel my face getting red. Why am I getting anxious over eyes that I have never seen? I should be focusing on my future. I should be worrying about this random lady who decided to buy us.
But those eyes...